I Saw Pale Kings And

Life Is But A Day; A Fragile Dewdrop On Its Perilous Way From A Tree's Summit.

No, No, I'm Sure, My Restless Spirit Never Could Endure To Brood So Long Upon One Luxury, Unless It Did, Though Fearfully, Espy A Hope Beyond The Shadow Of A Dream.

So, When Dark Thoughts My Boding Spirit Shroud, Sweet Hope! Celestial Influence Round Me Shed Waving Thy Silver Pinions O'er My Head.

Then Felt I Like Some Watcher Of The Skies When A New Planet Swims Into His Ken.

Already With Thee! Tender Is The Night. . . But Here There Is No Light. . .